For David These words aren't the ones that I wanted to write The coffee cup curves round my hand as I struggle To capture my thoughts, perhaps with a poetic lilt

All that I hope All that I hope is that, somewhere beyond The realms of our thinking New truths, new factors are still to be found Connections between what we know to be

I wallow in the muck of self-induced calamity Options never taken, they illustrate complicity In choosing what is broken, I define a way to be Choked with the unspoken, drunk on insobriety Selecting

Walking the Talk Piecing together a plan of campaign Capturing actions and loading the train With well-structured sources of composite data, Not forcing the answers but stating an aim Which leaves all affected

It isn’t It never was Never could have been Looking up See only stars Empty Looking for answers Trying to make sense of it all Only way is up Not even Can’